GREY

Left or right? forward or back?

Certainty in great amounts I lack.

Walking endlessly with nowhere to go,

maybe in time a purpose will show. 

What? Where? When? How?

I can't make any sense of this now.

No change erases the sorry past,

how long will this wistful feeling last?

Tasteless,Odourless, Expressionless, Emotionless,

A blissful life? I don't have access.

No ultimate meaning, existential disarray.

No vitality, everything is grey.

by Sheriff Ogundare